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"Of course, you had only to ask and I would have happily given you permission to take it back to your room, so you could read it when your shift was over. Reading when you are supposed to be working is very naughty, and not behavior befitting a good service submissive such as yourself. Is it, Emily?"
Emily's hopes fell every bit as low as her stomach and her heart squeezed in her chest. She hated disappointing people, especially Master Derek, and hearing him say that she wasn't behaving as a good submissive hurt.
"No, Sir," she squeaked out. "I'm very sorry."
"Sorry isn't quite gonna cut it, darlin'," he announced, making a twirling motion with his finger, indicating that he wanted her to turn and face away from him.
Shit. He was going to punish her on the spot, in front of the handsome stranger. Tears pricked the corners of her eyelids, but she quickly obeyed.
"Bend over. Skirt up, panties down," he instructed.
Her cheeks burnt as she rushed to assume the requested position. Holding onto her knees to steady herself, she flipped up her skirt and lowered her panties, praying he wouldn’t see the wetness.
Derek didn't make her wait long. The first paddle-flat swat fell almost immediately, and she was shocked at the thuddieness of it. It finished with a slight sting, the likes of which she wasn't familiar with. It took two more swats before she was able to identify the source of her discomfort. He was spanking her with the book!
The fourth fell harder, still making the same odd thud as it fell against the roundness of her exposed bottom and she winced. By the time he finished, walloping her just over a dozen more times, her bottom was more than mildly sore and she was mortified.
"All done. You can get up and turn around now."
Knowing it was not a suggestion, Emily rushed to do what she was told, quickly righting her panties and skirt then turning to face him.
"I'm very sorry, Sir," she whispered thickly, staring at the floor. "It won't happen again."
Catching her chin between his fingers, he lifted her face until she had no choice but to look directly at him. "See that it doesn't. Because if it does, this little punishment will seem like a walk in the park, and I will really take you to task."
"Yes Sir. I understand. It won’t, I promise."
"Good girl. Now, come here." Setting the book on the shelf behind them, Derek opened his arms for a hug and Emily stepped into them. She wasn't big on physical affection, but she needed his forgiveness and she knew he needed to give it. The hug was warm but quick and when it was over, Derek's beeper chimed, interrupting anything else he might have said.
Frowning, he looked down at it. "If you'll excuse me, it appears I have some naughty Littles that need attending to. But first, the reason I came in here in the first place. Emily Vaughn, this is Professor Dalton Rogers. He will be teaching Creative Writing here at the college and Erotic Literature at the resort. Professor, if you need any help in the coming weeks, with the library project or getting yourself settled, see Emily. She’ll be working in the library most days, surely until the end of the week, at least," Derek added, pointedly cocking a brow at her to make sure she understood the implication of his words. He was adding to her punishment. Not that working in the library was much of a punishment, but it was solitary work apart from her submissive friends. Some would consider that a punishment. If she didn’t like to read so much, she might too.
As Derek finished his introduction, Professor Rogers extended his hand in greeting and Emily took it. She was not expecting him to lift her hand to his lips and press a kiss to her knuckles, but he did, and that both delighted and embarrassed her further.
He still had her hand when Derek's beeper chimed again. Shaking his head, Derek sighed. "Miss Vaughn, please show Professor Rogers around the library and do anything else he asks. Lock up here, and make sure he gets back to the main building, and show him where the cafeteria and the restaurants are. After you have dinner, head to your room and remain there for the rest of the night. Oh, and I will be taking this with me. You can come get it from my office at the end of the work week," he said, grabbing the book he had just spanked her with before he hurried off.
Dalton was still in shock at the riveting scene he had just witnessed as he held onto Emily’s hand while Derek scolded her. He was still holding it when the Ranch owner rushed out the door and, in an effort not to make the situation more awkward, he kissed it again. This time, he caught the unmistakable musk of female arousal on her fingers.
Feeling inspired by having already witnessed his first taste of Ranch life, Dalton quirked a brow. Lifting her hand a half inch higher, he took a sniff with one eyebrow raised.
With a gasp, she jerked her hand away, but she looked more embarrassed than offended by his actions.
"Really, Miss Vaughn? Reading on the job was bad enough. What would Master Derek say if he knew you had been masturbating right here in the library?"
Her cheeks turned a dark pink, and her hands flew to cover her bottom.
"Please don't tell him," she gasped.
"I notice that wasn't a denial, Miss Vaughn. And as far as not telling him, I'm not sure I want to start my new job out by withholding that kind of information from my boss." Having far too much fun now, Dalton paused for effect. "What book was it again?" he asked, even though he knew the answer.
"Mastered by Arabella Cole," Emily answered in a whisper, scuffing the carpet with the toe of her Mary Jane.
“Certainly a one-handed read, which just cements the fact that you shouldn’t have been reading it at work, I’m sure.” Dalton held in a chuckle as he fondly recalled the words on those pages. It had been a one-handed write as well, but he wasn’t about to admit that to her, or anyone else. The fact that he wrote under the pseudonym Arabella Cole was a secret he intended to take to his grave.
“I already got punished for reading while at work,” Emily reminded him. Her voice was a thin whisper now, so faint he could barely hear her.
“Indeed, you did,” Dalton agreed. “But I wonder how much more severe that punishment would have been if Master Derek had known the truth of what you were doing? Shall we find out?”
He had never had the pleasure of seeing a submissive visibly shrink before his eyes, but that was exactly Emily’s response.
